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Travel Blogs from Durban
... village would rather visit the witch doctor for herbal medical advice and remedies rather than visiting an actual doctor! They have no training; all their knowledge is just based on life experience!
We also were shown the cow ring where parties are held (random), their living area which is just mud huts with a mattress if you're lucky and if you're really lucky, a bed frame. We were shown some jewellery they'd made, though were selling at quite expensive ...
... and no two journeys are the same and you never know what you might see along the way.
The Transkei used to be an independent country of sorts until Nelson Mandela became president in 1994 and his homeland became another province of South Africa. The Transkei is really beautiful but ruined a bit with the number of run down properties dotted all over the hills. It used to be an area of very successful farming but hasn't been ...
For the past month or so I have been deep undercover. Unbeknownst to Durban's surf community, a mole has infiltrated their tight-knit family. I have been passing myself off as the genuine article, complete with a locally-sourced Mini-Mal. To the trained eye, the illusion can only last but a few seconds as I wander down the beach, board tucked under my arm, feet bare and impervious to the sizzling sand, hair ...
... br> I asked about a large table and the woman told me to come back later
and she'd have more info.
We went back to the hotel to drop off
our wares and put on some swim gear to hit the beach. We got some tiny
"beach" towels from the front desk (the ones in our room were bigger)
and walked across the street to the beach. It was pretty nice except for
the wind. I stood in the Indian Ocean and declared victory. My Florida
acclimated body said ...
... the cause that the town effectively sits on an island encircled by the wetlands, with the only access being via a bridge manned 24/7 by security guards. We did a quick grocery stock up (although we didn’t quite have the confidence to leave Kwetu’s windows wide open) and made our way north towards Cape Vidal.
Bry lacked the patience to wait until we got to the top of the headland to get sight of the ocean, so we took a side track towards Mission Rocks ...